[Verse 1] An old house in both well Red sandstone in the sun A garden lost to wilderness Its better days long gone A history behind its windows A mystery that's walled And somewhere in the silence A forgotten story called [Chorus] The entrance hall was magnificent The staircase sweeping high But the smell of rot was everywhere And the timber crumbling dry Beautiful on the outside But dying from within The fungus climbing through the walls Beneath the polished skin [Verse 2] Follow the trail Follow the name Every little answer adds another link to the chain But the deeper that I wander The less I understand I'm chasing fifty years of secrets With a folder in my hand [Chorus] Climbing stairs with caution Past the bedrooms dressed in gold Four poster beds and faded rugs A fortune growing old Then an I opened up a doorway And something caught my eye Egyptian gods upon the walls And pyramids standing high [Verse 3] An old trunk in the corner With costumes tucked away I wondered who had played in here And why they'd gone away The curator had no children So who would use this room And why had someone broken into this decaying tomb A camera newly fitted A face caught in the frame An old man found a photograph And put a name to the name Frank Sutherland from Shuttleworth His father knew the trade What was stolen fifty years ago And who was being paid [Chorus] Follow the trail Follow the name Every little answer adds another link to the chain But the questions keep on growing And the answers disappear There's something in this old investigation That isn't quite so clear [Verse 4] Morning sun on Shuttleworth Maybe tired streets look new I parked the focus by the close And wondered what to do I pressed the buzzer heard a voice Ayy I'm buzzing you A bleary-eyed man opened up And I began my questioning I'm looking for a Sutherland A man from years ago Ah that would be my father But there's little that I know He spoke about the buying The selling and the trade A visits to a country house When he was just a Wayne I thought about the play-room The old Egyptian walls The dressing up box in the corner The shadows in the halls I nearly asked him something But decided not today There was something in his manner That made me hold my words away [Chorus] I thanked him for his kindness Left my number in his hand Then headed back towards the car With more to understand He'd answered all my questions Or at least the ones I'd tried But something in his hesitation Said there was more inside I knew about the camera The breaking in his face Why had North forgot the footage From that forgotten place Who was I investigating Who had asked me to begin Was it Frank His father or the curator Or the things that had gone missing [Chorus] Follow the trail Follow the name Every little answer adds another link to the chain But who's behind the curtain And who's controlling the game I've got a hundred questions And nobody to explain [Verse 5] I sat inside my old Ford Focus With a folder on the seat Thinking of the missing pieces And the people I might meet Then I felt the folded parchment In the pocket of my coat Three words from an unknown stranger On a little handwritten note Don't trust them I read it once again A warning or another test An enemy or friend Follow the trail Follow the name But now I need some answers Before I play their game Who sent the camera footage Who brought the case to light Who decided I should follow A man who'd vanished into night I've got a golden credit card A warning in my hand And a house full of strangers I don't understand [Outro] I turned the key The engine came alive Left the east end in the sunlight With questions on my mind No more guessing No more games No more following the trail I'm heading back to Northwood And this time They can tell me what it's all about
